But instead of simply tossing it on the floor, she threw her panties to me. I caught them in my hands, inhaling the sweet scent of her pussy. “You ...ike what you see?” she asked as she crept closer to me. “Oh yes,” I managed as she wrapped her arms around me. We looked into each other’s eyes, smiled and admired each other as our lips begin to met. I was once again broken out of my trance. This time by my wife, wrapping her arms around me and kissing my neck. What was I thinking? I thought to. I was eager to find some cock and Friday nights usually gets quite busy. When I arrived, the carpark was quiet only 8 cars parked, I got my kit out the boot and headed for the changing rooms. I had my red Nike shorts and white muscle T shirt and as I got changed I was getting horny already and started getting a hard on which showed quite obviously through my shorts but it was the only kit I had with me. I needed to go for a run on the treadmill and calm down before touting or I’ll be stood. She was braless and her tits were perfect. I pushed her back on the couch and stood up in front of her, peering down at her, my swollen cock arching upwards, right at eye level to where she sat on my couch. I leaned down and slipped a finger into the elastic sides of her stretchy leggings.“No!” she declared, grabbing the waist band of her leggings.“Fuck you,” I shot back. “You want me to buy your points, then you have to earn that purchase.”“I can’t,” she replied. “I’m not supposed to.”“You can. "Und, zufrieden?"„Jaaa", brachte ich heraus.„Bin ich die beste Fickerin von allen?"„Absolut".„Dann kannst Du ja mein Stammkunde werden, oder?"Stammkunde -- warum nicht? „Klar, okay"„Gut". Anna grinste. „Dann können wir uns ja bald ein größeres Auto leisten."Ich drückte mit meinen Schwanz gegen ihr Loch. Langsam, ganz langsam gelang es mir, meinen triefnassen Schwanz hineinzudrücken. Puh, das war ganz anders als ihre Fotze. Eng und trocken. Wie ein Schraubstock umfasste ihr Schließmuskel meinen.